I hesitate to open the doors
to my past. I say, “I’ve lost
the keys!” The truth is I never
locked them. Now, I hear door
after door sticking as it opens.
-Byron Hoot
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Selected Poems & Photos by Seth M. Lewis
“When I Come Home” I get this feeling when I come home. It’s the feeling That I got- Today: when I crossed the Red River barreling toward Ja...
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